Chapter 660

She asked him if he liked it. Initially, Joyce didn't need to use the restroom, but realizing escape was impossible, she felt a sudden urge. “Hey, I really want to use the restroom,” she pleaded. Two bodyguards led her to a bathroom, but one blocked her way. With no choice, she entered.

Steady footsteps sounded outside. Damien asked in a low voice, “Where is she?”

“CEO, she’s in the bathroom.”

Damien went to the bathroom. Joyce’s heart pounded. She needed to hide. A brand-new trash can offered a solution. She quickly opened the lid, squatted inside, and closed it.

The bathroom door clicked open. Bodyguards entered, searching. Damien followed, lighting a cigarette. From inside the trash can, Joyce watched.

The bodyguards found nothing. “Sir, I can’t find Miss Brown.” Damien smoked, his face obscured by smoke. Joyce cowered. Had he noticed her? His eyes were like an eagle’s.

“You all go out, I want to pee,” Damien said, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

The bodyguards left. Joyce breathed a sigh of relief. But then, the footsteps returned. “Didn’t he want to pee? Why is he coming here?” she wondered.

She saw Damien approaching, noticing only his waistline, belt, and trouser chain. He removed his belt. Was he going to urinate in the trash can?

She watched, incredulous, as he began to undress.

“Ah!” Joyce screamed, springing from the trash can. “Damien, you’re changing!” she yelled. Damien, cigarette in mouth, blew smoke in her face. “You know I’m here, yet you want to pee on me!”

Damien raised an eyebrow. “It’s my business where I pee. If you let me pee on you, it’s your business.”

Joyce was stunned by his audacity.

“Buckle my belt,” Damien ordered, extinguishing his cigarette.

Joyce jumped out, turning to leave. A hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his chest. He placed her hand on his belt. “Hurry up and buckle it for me!”

Trembling with anger, she buckled his belt. Damien pushed her against the washstand, his arms around her.

Collecting herself, Joyce asked softly, “Mr. Robert, what’s the matter? I’m only buckling your belt.”

Her fingers brushed his waist. Damien knew she was flirting. “What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Mr. Robert, you’re pestering me,” she retorted. Then, a question occurred to her. Staring at him with watery eyes, she asked, “Mr. Robert, I heard you haven’t been close to women all these years. Are you saying I’m the only one you’ve slept with? Is that true?”

Damien pursed his lips, understanding her subtle mockery.

Joyce smiled, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him. Damien froze. The familiar softness awakened memories, igniting desire.

Joyce pulled away. “Do you like it?” she asked.

Damien leaned forward, capturing her lips.